“I’m… I’m a gift, Sir. Xnxx Diana’s response was instantaneous and automatic:
“Yes, Sir.”
In some strange way Diana found it easier to strip for James this time, despite the fact, or perhaps because of it, that this time he was standing almost face-to-face with her. Diana allowed herself to be held in his gaze as she pulled her shirt over her head, relieved that she hadn’t worn her glasses to the party. Then he turned to her, and Diana could see he was getting ready to tell her good night and send her on her way. It helped that James almost never showed up at the dining hall and always took his food to go when he did. Diana looked up at him. Then he stopped and walked around to stand in front of her once more. To Diana it suddenly felt as though none of the clothing belonged to her anymore; she had given it all to James and it was now his property. After a moment he raised his eyebrows as he asked, “Now, what should I do with such a lovely gift?”
Diana looked down and then forced herself to meet his gaze again.
